The Path to Inexistence
Chapter Two
First Days Back
Harry rose at around seven the following morning to the sounds of the other boys waking. After a shower and a brief pillow fight to celebrate their return, they preceded to walk down to the common room where they were met with the three girls. Hermione was grinning madly and when she turned to them they noticed a silver glint coming from her robes.
"So its true you really are a prefect, not that I had any doubt in my mind that you wouldn't be. Yet I still feel betrayed, prefects." Ron muttered.
"Congratulations!" Harry said trying to distract Ron so that he wouldn't notice the silver glint on Harry's robe.
"Congratulations yourself boy wonder." Tru answered with a smug look on her face for having noticed that Harry also had on a prefect badge.
"We would like to make it known that Harry here is also a Gryffindor prefect!" Cate came to Harry and gave him a congratulatory pat on the back and a peck on his cheek. "Congrats!"
"To breakfast!" Tru announced heading for the portrait closely followed by Harry and the others while Ron was mumbling something about being betrayed by his two best friends.
At breakfast Harry and Hermione passed out schedules to the younger classes before sitting down to eat.
"How the hell did we get stuck with the Slytherins in Double Potions, AGAIN!?" Ron exclaimed throwing his arms up and falling back into his seat.
"Oh give it a rest Ron," Hermione answered as the doors opened into the Great Hall. Many people turned their head towards the young woman who was now entering the hall and heading towards the High Table.
"That's the new DADA professor. Professor Furil." Said a male voice behind Harry and Ron. They turned and faced a young boy still older then themselves.
"Where's she from Basil?" Cate asked looking quizzically at her older brother.
Basil, a sixth year with shoulder length sandy blonde hair and purplish blue eyes, taller than Ron he looked extremely athletic.
"Somewhere north. Iceland I think. but with all rumors flying around." He said, his eyes wondering around the room where they landed on a wavy haired sixth year Hufflepuff who was glancing their way. "Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, but duty calls." And he crossed the room in about five strides.
"Duty? More like hormones." Grumbled Cate, which caused Tru to laugh.
"He's got the perfect build for a keeper, how's he on a broomstick?" Ron asked urgently to Cate.
"He's got great defensive moves but he's bad when it comes to races." She replied chewing on a piece of toast.
"Perfect. I'll talk to Katie Bell about him." Ron answered twirling his spoon in his quickly cooling oatmeal.
"Professor Furil, huh?" Harry commented nibbling on a piece of bacon.
"We've got her first, so I guess we'll find out if any of the rumors are true." Hermione mentioned, going over the course schedule.
"Here, here!" Tru exclaimed drinking the last of her orange juice.
When breakfast was over, they grabbed their DADA books and supplies before they hustled down to the DADA classroom. The Professor was waiting inside her features strict, but when she greeted them her gray eyes were warm and trusting.
"Please take your seats," She announced in a calm voice, "and we will begin our lesson."
Hermione, Ron, and Harry now accompanied by Cate and Tru sat in their usual seats from the pervious year, up in front.
"My name as many of you may already know is Professor Furil. I will start by taking roll. We will then go over what you covered from last year so that I shall know where to begin this year." Professor Furil began once everyone had taken a seat.
When the roll was finished they took out their books and reviewed everything they had covered last year. "OK now that I have a better understanding of where you are in your studies we may begin. This year will be far from easy. With the return of Lord Voldemort knowing how to defend yourselves against the Dark Arts may one day save your life."
"Tell me about it." Harry muttered to himself under his breath thinking that only Ron and Hermione could hear him.
"What was that Mr. Potter?" The Professor asked.
"Err. nothing Professor." Harry blushed.
The teacher gave Harry a quizzical look before continuing. "I would like you to read pages one through eight and come to class ready to discuss the material."
A moment of silence followed as the same thought went through every student's mind: Homework on the first day? Only Snape does that! Professor Furil smiled and added, "You have roughly ten minutes of chat time before class ends. Don't waste it on homework."
After a few days, Harry began to feel like he had never left Hogwarts. Things like homework, and Fred and George's pranks began to be a regular day occurrence. Until the end of September, that was when Harry finally felt at peace; meaning quidditch season.
The first practice was in reality a sort if try-out for future Gryffindor house players. The position of keeper was now open, and the ages of the trainees ranged from 7th year all the down tell a few ambitious second years.
Angelina Johnson, a sixth year, was now the quidditch captain for the Gryffindor team. As she bustled about giving tips and singling people out into groups of four, Harry the Weasley twins and the other chasers, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet, were each practicing a few new maneuvers with the quaffle while Harry raced around looking for the small, speedy snitch. While pausing for a water break, Harry couldn't help but notice that Fred and George weren't practicing like normal. Instead they seemed to be more interested in the way the trainees would jump out of the way of the bludgers when the twins hit them low enough. Angelina had to ask them to leave practice so she'd be able to handle a less anxious group of Gryffindors.
As Harry picked up his firebolt and got ready to let loose again, Angelina came by and put a hand on his shoulder, making him pause.
"Harry, why don't you go inside? I can handle these amateurs with Alicia and Katie, but they seem more interested in watching you zoom around on a broom then actually paying attention to me." She winked at Harry before jumping on her own broomstick, "Besides we all know you could catch the snitch blind-folded."
Harry stretched his aching muscles, 'she's right', he decided, 'they aren't paying attention at all.'
After placing the snitch back inside the crate that held the four Quidditch balls, Harry picked up his broomstick and headed towards the castle, all ready eager for a hot shower and maybe a trip down to the kitchens for a snack.
However, when Harry was walking past the Hospital Wing, his thoughts were jostled by a sharp out cry coming from the infirmary door, which stood ajar.
"Merlin's beard!" Harry heard Madam Pomfrey exclaim, "I wish you would have come earlier. Then perhaps I could have found something to dull the pain."
"Well," Harry heard a voice reply in a bored but slightly pained tone, "It's a bit hard as I was in class when it started, so I decided it would have to wait until after dinner."
Harry peered into the crack left by the open door. 'That drawl sounds familiar.' Harry thought as he got a good look at the patient. Even as the hairs on his back began to rise, Harry had already recognized the speaker. Draco Malfoy sat on one of the infirmary's cots, gripping his left forearm, his face taut with pain.
"I'll just have to find someone to bring you here before your more severe symptoms begin." Madam Pomfrey walked over to the cot with some chocolate and a warm towel, temporarily blocking Harry's view of Malfoy.
"I just wish I wasn't so short on aids this year." Madam Pomfrey sighed as she bustled back to another part of the Infirmary.
"Great. Just marvelous." Malfoy scowled, "I get to have a babysitter."
Harry tired to get a better look at Malfoy's arm but the door just didn't allow such a visual. As he continued on his way to the Gryffindor tower, the knot in Harry's stomach felt like it was wove with lead. Harry was almost positive Malfoy had been covering his arm not because of an injury, but of a dark mark. The Dark Mark. He had to tell Ron.
He arrived in the Gryffindor common room a short while later, a bit out of breath having sprinted there in his eagerness to tell Ron and Hermione what he had seen. Harry looked around the room eagerly for them but there was no sign of them anywhere. Puzzled Harry went to his dormitory to put his broom away while he thought of places where they might be. After putting his broom away and still not knowing where they could be, he finally decided he'd just have to ask someone if they'd seen them. He went back to the common room and seeing Ginny in front of the fire he went over to ask her.
"Hello Ginny." Harry said rather hastily for he was getting rather anxious to find Ron and Hermione.
"Hi Harry." Ginny replied looking up from her book.
"Have you seen Ron and Hermione recently?" He asked her.
"They went to the library a half hour ago." She responded.
"Thanks Gin. See you later." Harry said and rushed off to the library. 'The library, why would they want to go there? We haven't gotten any homework that required us to go to the library. It must be something to do with Hermione.
Within five minutes Harry was in the library and over to the table in the back that they always sit at when they're here. Of course as expected Ron and Hermione were sitting with their heads buried in eight different books at once.
"I've been looking for you guys. You'll never guess what I found out." Harry began in a rush, setting down next to them. "I was walking past the hospital wing when I saw Malfoy in there and he was clutching his left fore arm in pain!"
"Yeah we know." Ron said after Harry had finished.
"How do you know?"
"We saw him holding his arm after dinner and he looked like he was hurt so we followed him. We saw the hole thing." Hermione explained.
"So then you agree, it has to be the dark mark?" Harry said.
"That's what I thought too but then Hermione pointed out that it couldn't be because he wouldn't dare go to Madam Pomfrey if it was." Ron said while continuing to read from the large book in front of him.
"Oh right." Harry said realizing that Hermione was right as was usual. "Well then what are you two doing here?"
"We wanted to know what would cause Malfoy to leave so suddenly, because it couldn't have been any thing normal or from class because then he would have gone right away instead of waiting until after dinner." Hermione began.
Just then Ron's head snapped up. "Hey 'Mione look at this." He handed a rather musty looking volume and pointed to something only he and Hermione could see. "Would this be possible?"
"What is it?" Harry asked looking at Hermione. He remembered that triumphant gleam in her eyes.
"Ron! Pure genius! I know exactly what book to get!" and she took off to the aisles of books on their right.
"Ron, what is she so excited about?" Harry asked, he had to admit he was curious about Malfoy's predicament. Anything that got under Malfoy's skin was worth knowing.
"Malfoy might be a halfling." Ron answered leaning back in his chair.
"Oh. What's a halfling?"
"I keep forgetting what being raised be muggles means." Ron replied. "A halfling is a human who can turn into a magical creature. Sort of like a werewolf, only they can keep their human mind while looking like whatever they turn into."
"So why aren't they just called animagus?"
"Because they are usually born with this ability and the creatures they turn into are not creatures used in animagus transformations," interjected Hermione who slumped dejectedly into the chair beside Harry.
"Where's the book?" Ron asked starring at Hermione's empty hands.
"Its not on the shelf I think someone checked it out." She answered.
"So someone's one step ahead of us." Harry grumbled.
"If you ask me, Malfoy probably got his mitts on it before anyone discovered his problem." Ron stated, "I know I would have."
"You all seem so sure of yourselves, its almost funny." Interjected a voice from behind them. The group looked up to see Tru, who had just come into view holding an open book in her hands.
"Tru? Could I see that book, please?" pleaded Hermione, her brown eyes looking eagerly at the volume.
Tru looked at them her eyes like ice. "There was a reason that Halflings and their Symptoms by Isaac Knowler was not available for check out." Then she closed her eyes and sighed, "I'd heard you guys get nosy, but I didn't think you'd try so hard to find some weakness in someone who isn't even your enemy." She looked at Harry and stated in a voice that was casual and friendly blue eyes twinkling, "Voldemort is your enemy Harry. Draco may be an irritating twit, but the two never come close to being the same. See you in class." And picking up her book, she proceeded to walk out of the library.
"Well I never!" Hermione said exasperated.
"What did she mean by that? Of course Malfoy is our enemy!" Ron said rather perturbed with the new girl.
"She's right, Malfoy isn't who we should be concerned about. He's not worth the effort." Harry said quietly his fist clenched at his side.
"Harry." Hermione began uncertain what Harry was thinking.
"I'm going to Dumbledore's, I'll see you guys later." Harry turned and walked away heading for the stone gargoyle statue that was the entrance to Dumbledore's office.
Thankfully he didn't have to worry about the password, as a prefect he had been given it already. He was about to walk up the stairs to Dumbledore's office when he decided against it. It was late and he could see him another time, right now all he wanted to do was sleep. But he as he was nearing the stairs he heard the stone grinding on stone as the gargoyle that guarded the headmaster's office moved to open its passage.
"Baby-sit, I can't believe it!" Harry stopped 'that sounded like Tru'. "Stick up for yes, be sympathetic perhaps, but baby-sit that sniveling spoiled brat!?" Yes, definitely Tru. "I cannot believe I'm agreeing to this. If divination wasn't being taught by that old bat of a seer." What was she going on about Harry wondered.
"Harry what are you doing out here?" a voice from behind asked.
Harry turned and felt his blood rushing from his face, as if his eavesdropping hadn't been enough, being caught Tru was worse. "Harry you look as if you've seen a ghost. Are you all right?" She asked. Harry gave Tru an inquisitive look. No not a Tru. Catelin!
"Oh, Catelin. Its you." Harry stammered out. His mind rushed with a million things to say to get out of this situation while an annoying voice kept shouting at him (it must have been his conscience) get out, get out, GET OUT!
"Err. come to common room with me?" he finally managed to feeling like a total idiot.
"Of course." Catelin answered giving a smile and turning in the direction of Gryffindor tower. Following as casually as possible, Harry made his way back to the common room, praying to who ever was listening to just allow him a good nights sleep. He could think about today, tomorrow.
Chapter Two
First Days Back
Harry rose at around seven the following morning to the sounds of the other boys waking. After a shower and a brief pillow fight to celebrate their return, they preceded to walk down to the common room where they were met with the three girls. Hermione was grinning madly and when she turned to them they noticed a silver glint coming from her robes.
"So its true you really are a prefect, not that I had any doubt in my mind that you wouldn't be. Yet I still feel betrayed, prefects." Ron muttered.
"Congratulations!" Harry said trying to distract Ron so that he wouldn't notice the silver glint on Harry's robe.
"Congratulations yourself boy wonder." Tru answered with a smug look on her face for having noticed that Harry also had on a prefect badge.
"We would like to make it known that Harry here is also a Gryffindor prefect!" Cate came to Harry and gave him a congratulatory pat on the back and a peck on his cheek. "Congrats!"
"To breakfast!" Tru announced heading for the portrait closely followed by Harry and the others while Ron was mumbling something about being betrayed by his two best friends.
At breakfast Harry and Hermione passed out schedules to the younger classes before sitting down to eat.
"How the hell did we get stuck with the Slytherins in Double Potions, AGAIN!?" Ron exclaimed throwing his arms up and falling back into his seat.
"Oh give it a rest Ron," Hermione answered as the doors opened into the Great Hall. Many people turned their head towards the young woman who was now entering the hall and heading towards the High Table.
"That's the new DADA professor. Professor Furil." Said a male voice behind Harry and Ron. They turned and faced a young boy still older then themselves.
"Where's she from Basil?" Cate asked looking quizzically at her older brother.
Basil, a sixth year with shoulder length sandy blonde hair and purplish blue eyes, taller than Ron he looked extremely athletic.
"Somewhere north. Iceland I think. but with all rumors flying around." He said, his eyes wondering around the room where they landed on a wavy haired sixth year Hufflepuff who was glancing their way. "Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, but duty calls." And he crossed the room in about five strides.
"Duty? More like hormones." Grumbled Cate, which caused Tru to laugh.
"He's got the perfect build for a keeper, how's he on a broomstick?" Ron asked urgently to Cate.
"He's got great defensive moves but he's bad when it comes to races." She replied chewing on a piece of toast.
"Perfect. I'll talk to Katie Bell about him." Ron answered twirling his spoon in his quickly cooling oatmeal.
"Professor Furil, huh?" Harry commented nibbling on a piece of bacon.
"We've got her first, so I guess we'll find out if any of the rumors are true." Hermione mentioned, going over the course schedule.
"Here, here!" Tru exclaimed drinking the last of her orange juice.
When breakfast was over, they grabbed their DADA books and supplies before they hustled down to the DADA classroom. The Professor was waiting inside her features strict, but when she greeted them her gray eyes were warm and trusting.
"Please take your seats," She announced in a calm voice, "and we will begin our lesson."
Hermione, Ron, and Harry now accompanied by Cate and Tru sat in their usual seats from the pervious year, up in front.
"My name as many of you may already know is Professor Furil. I will start by taking roll. We will then go over what you covered from last year so that I shall know where to begin this year." Professor Furil began once everyone had taken a seat.
When the roll was finished they took out their books and reviewed everything they had covered last year. "OK now that I have a better understanding of where you are in your studies we may begin. This year will be far from easy. With the return of Lord Voldemort knowing how to defend yourselves against the Dark Arts may one day save your life."
"Tell me about it." Harry muttered to himself under his breath thinking that only Ron and Hermione could hear him.
"What was that Mr. Potter?" The Professor asked.
"Err. nothing Professor." Harry blushed.
The teacher gave Harry a quizzical look before continuing. "I would like you to read pages one through eight and come to class ready to discuss the material."
A moment of silence followed as the same thought went through every student's mind: Homework on the first day? Only Snape does that! Professor Furil smiled and added, "You have roughly ten minutes of chat time before class ends. Don't waste it on homework."
After a few days, Harry began to feel like he had never left Hogwarts. Things like homework, and Fred and George's pranks began to be a regular day occurrence. Until the end of September, that was when Harry finally felt at peace; meaning quidditch season.
The first practice was in reality a sort if try-out for future Gryffindor house players. The position of keeper was now open, and the ages of the trainees ranged from 7th year all the down tell a few ambitious second years.
Angelina Johnson, a sixth year, was now the quidditch captain for the Gryffindor team. As she bustled about giving tips and singling people out into groups of four, Harry the Weasley twins and the other chasers, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet, were each practicing a few new maneuvers with the quaffle while Harry raced around looking for the small, speedy snitch. While pausing for a water break, Harry couldn't help but notice that Fred and George weren't practicing like normal. Instead they seemed to be more interested in the way the trainees would jump out of the way of the bludgers when the twins hit them low enough. Angelina had to ask them to leave practice so she'd be able to handle a less anxious group of Gryffindors.
As Harry picked up his firebolt and got ready to let loose again, Angelina came by and put a hand on his shoulder, making him pause.
"Harry, why don't you go inside? I can handle these amateurs with Alicia and Katie, but they seem more interested in watching you zoom around on a broom then actually paying attention to me." She winked at Harry before jumping on her own broomstick, "Besides we all know you could catch the snitch blind-folded."
Harry stretched his aching muscles, 'she's right', he decided, 'they aren't paying attention at all.'
After placing the snitch back inside the crate that held the four Quidditch balls, Harry picked up his broomstick and headed towards the castle, all ready eager for a hot shower and maybe a trip down to the kitchens for a snack.
However, when Harry was walking past the Hospital Wing, his thoughts were jostled by a sharp out cry coming from the infirmary door, which stood ajar.
"Merlin's beard!" Harry heard Madam Pomfrey exclaim, "I wish you would have come earlier. Then perhaps I could have found something to dull the pain."
"Well," Harry heard a voice reply in a bored but slightly pained tone, "It's a bit hard as I was in class when it started, so I decided it would have to wait until after dinner."
Harry peered into the crack left by the open door. 'That drawl sounds familiar.' Harry thought as he got a good look at the patient. Even as the hairs on his back began to rise, Harry had already recognized the speaker. Draco Malfoy sat on one of the infirmary's cots, gripping his left forearm, his face taut with pain.
"I'll just have to find someone to bring you here before your more severe symptoms begin." Madam Pomfrey walked over to the cot with some chocolate and a warm towel, temporarily blocking Harry's view of Malfoy.
"I just wish I wasn't so short on aids this year." Madam Pomfrey sighed as she bustled back to another part of the Infirmary.
"Great. Just marvelous." Malfoy scowled, "I get to have a babysitter."
Harry tired to get a better look at Malfoy's arm but the door just didn't allow such a visual. As he continued on his way to the Gryffindor tower, the knot in Harry's stomach felt like it was wove with lead. Harry was almost positive Malfoy had been covering his arm not because of an injury, but of a dark mark. The Dark Mark. He had to tell Ron.
He arrived in the Gryffindor common room a short while later, a bit out of breath having sprinted there in his eagerness to tell Ron and Hermione what he had seen. Harry looked around the room eagerly for them but there was no sign of them anywhere. Puzzled Harry went to his dormitory to put his broom away while he thought of places where they might be. After putting his broom away and still not knowing where they could be, he finally decided he'd just have to ask someone if they'd seen them. He went back to the common room and seeing Ginny in front of the fire he went over to ask her.
"Hello Ginny." Harry said rather hastily for he was getting rather anxious to find Ron and Hermione.
"Hi Harry." Ginny replied looking up from her book.
"Have you seen Ron and Hermione recently?" He asked her.
"They went to the library a half hour ago." She responded.
"Thanks Gin. See you later." Harry said and rushed off to the library. 'The library, why would they want to go there? We haven't gotten any homework that required us to go to the library. It must be something to do with Hermione.
Within five minutes Harry was in the library and over to the table in the back that they always sit at when they're here. Of course as expected Ron and Hermione were sitting with their heads buried in eight different books at once.
"I've been looking for you guys. You'll never guess what I found out." Harry began in a rush, setting down next to them. "I was walking past the hospital wing when I saw Malfoy in there and he was clutching his left fore arm in pain!"
"Yeah we know." Ron said after Harry had finished.
"How do you know?"
"We saw him holding his arm after dinner and he looked like he was hurt so we followed him. We saw the hole thing." Hermione explained.
"So then you agree, it has to be the dark mark?" Harry said.
"That's what I thought too but then Hermione pointed out that it couldn't be because he wouldn't dare go to Madam Pomfrey if it was." Ron said while continuing to read from the large book in front of him.
"Oh right." Harry said realizing that Hermione was right as was usual. "Well then what are you two doing here?"
"We wanted to know what would cause Malfoy to leave so suddenly, because it couldn't have been any thing normal or from class because then he would have gone right away instead of waiting until after dinner." Hermione began.
Just then Ron's head snapped up. "Hey 'Mione look at this." He handed a rather musty looking volume and pointed to something only he and Hermione could see. "Would this be possible?"
"What is it?" Harry asked looking at Hermione. He remembered that triumphant gleam in her eyes.
"Ron! Pure genius! I know exactly what book to get!" and she took off to the aisles of books on their right.
"Ron, what is she so excited about?" Harry asked, he had to admit he was curious about Malfoy's predicament. Anything that got under Malfoy's skin was worth knowing.
"Malfoy might be a halfling." Ron answered leaning back in his chair.
"Oh. What's a halfling?"
"I keep forgetting what being raised be muggles means." Ron replied. "A halfling is a human who can turn into a magical creature. Sort of like a werewolf, only they can keep their human mind while looking like whatever they turn into."
"So why aren't they just called animagus?"
"Because they are usually born with this ability and the creatures they turn into are not creatures used in animagus transformations," interjected Hermione who slumped dejectedly into the chair beside Harry.
"Where's the book?" Ron asked starring at Hermione's empty hands.
"Its not on the shelf I think someone checked it out." She answered.
"So someone's one step ahead of us." Harry grumbled.
"If you ask me, Malfoy probably got his mitts on it before anyone discovered his problem." Ron stated, "I know I would have."
"You all seem so sure of yourselves, its almost funny." Interjected a voice from behind them. The group looked up to see Tru, who had just come into view holding an open book in her hands.
"Tru? Could I see that book, please?" pleaded Hermione, her brown eyes looking eagerly at the volume.
Tru looked at them her eyes like ice. "There was a reason that Halflings and their Symptoms by Isaac Knowler was not available for check out." Then she closed her eyes and sighed, "I'd heard you guys get nosy, but I didn't think you'd try so hard to find some weakness in someone who isn't even your enemy." She looked at Harry and stated in a voice that was casual and friendly blue eyes twinkling, "Voldemort is your enemy Harry. Draco may be an irritating twit, but the two never come close to being the same. See you in class." And picking up her book, she proceeded to walk out of the library.
"Well I never!" Hermione said exasperated.
"What did she mean by that? Of course Malfoy is our enemy!" Ron said rather perturbed with the new girl.
"She's right, Malfoy isn't who we should be concerned about. He's not worth the effort." Harry said quietly his fist clenched at his side.
"Harry." Hermione began uncertain what Harry was thinking.
"I'm going to Dumbledore's, I'll see you guys later." Harry turned and walked away heading for the stone gargoyle statue that was the entrance to Dumbledore's office.
Thankfully he didn't have to worry about the password, as a prefect he had been given it already. He was about to walk up the stairs to Dumbledore's office when he decided against it. It was late and he could see him another time, right now all he wanted to do was sleep. But he as he was nearing the stairs he heard the stone grinding on stone as the gargoyle that guarded the headmaster's office moved to open its passage.
"Baby-sit, I can't believe it!" Harry stopped 'that sounded like Tru'. "Stick up for yes, be sympathetic perhaps, but baby-sit that sniveling spoiled brat!?" Yes, definitely Tru. "I cannot believe I'm agreeing to this. If divination wasn't being taught by that old bat of a seer." What was she going on about Harry wondered.
"Harry what are you doing out here?" a voice from behind asked.
Harry turned and felt his blood rushing from his face, as if his eavesdropping hadn't been enough, being caught Tru was worse. "Harry you look as if you've seen a ghost. Are you all right?" She asked. Harry gave Tru an inquisitive look. No not a Tru. Catelin!
"Oh, Catelin. Its you." Harry stammered out. His mind rushed with a million things to say to get out of this situation while an annoying voice kept shouting at him (it must have been his conscience) get out, get out, GET OUT!
"Err. come to common room with me?" he finally managed to feeling like a total idiot.
"Of course." Catelin answered giving a smile and turning in the direction of Gryffindor tower. Following as casually as possible, Harry made his way back to the common room, praying to who ever was listening to just allow him a good nights sleep. He could think about today, tomorrow.